My reaction in the steamroom to his finger touching my ass was pure sluttiness, moving my hips to encourage further explorations. I'd already been involved in a delightful threesome, then sucked by a couple of men. Including one who tried, at least twice, to have my slick rod enter his ass - after I'd already played with his naked cock as another man fucked him. There are certain fundamental rules involving bathhouse fun, just as there are rules involving riding a motorcycle, regardless of what one feels in the moment.
His mouth was talented, and though getting my horny cock sucked among all the other men getting off in the steamy dimness was as satisfying as ever, there was no question of breaking those rules, especially after knowing how casually he was breaking them himself. Turning away after a third attempt to switch his mouth with his truly tempting and slippery soft hole, another willing partner quickly took his place.
While my left hand found this new man's jutting shaft, we soon brought our cocks into contact. By this point, no longer caring about the sort of concerns that used to be part of a cautious approach to bathhouse sex, wanting nothing but the wonderful turn on of a man's sexy stiff rod touching mine. Besides, though the cocksucker was unable to turn me on enough to slide my cock into his offered and already fucked ass, his sincere desire and oral skills had left me in a truly turned on state.
A state clearly shared by the man I was beginning to move closer to, feeling his fingers gently rub my sweaty nipples as our cocks slid sensually back and forth. We were both falling under the same spell, focusing on each other even as we were surrounded by strangers having sex. He began to kiss my neck, making it easy for my tongue to find his ear, hearing him sigh in response to my actions. Soon, we became ever more intimately entwined, his hand replacing mine as our cocks kept sliding in pure male bliss. A stranger's saliva was mixing with sweat and pre-cum, providing irresistible lubrication in the easy fashion that makes group sex at a male only sauna so attractive, and why so many men who encounter it once become dedicated repeat visitors.
The now free right hand began sliding over his wet chest. Thumb and index finger squeezing his hard nipple as our cocks kept grinding, mouths joining. Our tongues played back and forth, pleasure shifting between conquest and surrender, sometimes letting the other take control, sometimes forcing the other to be controlled. We were an obviously experienced pair enjoying themselves on a Sunday afternoon at the baths in traditional fashion, though finding such a matching partner is always surprising.
He moved back a bit, pausing in what had started to become a heady rush to mutually flooding orgasm. His hands began to do delightful things to my nipples as I returned to jacking off, his tongue sliding over my neck, making me twist it to expose as much area as possible to his kissing. His cock remained delightful to stroke, prompting me to look at it in the dimness.
Our cocks appeared quite similar when gazing down, holding his stiff shaft. I love looking at hard cock, the first orgasms with another person involving jacking off with a high school friend. Getting turned on enough to no longer look at the porn mags, with the glorious bushes and sexy bare nipples that had brought us to this enthralling condition, but at each other. Seeing how sex ruled the expression on another's face, before shifting our interest to the other's horny, and then orgasming cock.
Back then, we never touched, which at least allowed one's attention to hot cock to be concentrated enough to feel no shame at getting off with another male. And to avoid any question of whether our friendship had a distinctly sexual aspect, beyond just jacking off around each other. Looking back, it was probably better in general that we never fell into the easy sex that men can enjoy.
A fact discovered decades later, sinking into an entirely new realm of sex. Cock to cock games erase any sense of dimension with the pure intensity of sexual contact, a contact that feels immense, wiping away rational frameworks in primal lust. Having seen enough in the dim dampness, I brought our flared cockheads together again, making both of us moan as our most sensitive skin slid around another man's.
The heat's presence became stronger, making me lean back a bit against the curved tile wall. His hand went between us, positioning each cockhead into the sack of the other, providing the first enticing hint of his interests. Quickly, it became impossible not to respond to such temptation, our cocks returning to their previous rhythm, surrounded by the other's wetly yielding flesh. Our mutual enjoyment continued until he pulled back again, saying he needed to slow down as his hand began to slide between my thighs.
Flexing a bit, spreading my legs, sinking into the sensation of his fingers lightly running over hair and skin. Feeling my hips begin to gyrate, wanting his tempting finger to touch my soft ring. A desire he soon responded to, though in measured fashion, letting me fully reveal my sluttiness. It was like dancing in a way, prompting a partner to follow an obvious lead.
I had his cock in my firm grasp, but the lead being followed was the circling of his hovering fingertip, lightly caressing the hair around my hole. He could feel my grip gradually slacken in response, the motion stopping completely when he begin to play with a nipple. Groaning in satisfaction, his finger began to move against my ass, making me sink against its enticing pressure, wanting it to penetrate further.
As his gentle fingering continued, my hand fell from his cock. Allowing the chance to take this visit's first hit of rush, a perfect opportunity to indulge, a finger playing with my horny hole, surrounded by men having sex with each other. I held the hit as long as possible, feeling his hand join my cock with his, saying 'slowly .. oh fuck .. slowly .. cock lover.' My hips swayed, cock and ass and nipple blending in sexual ecstasy, hovering on the verge of cumming. Fortunately, he seemed to understand how to keep a man from losing control during that first wave, fully aware of how good that can be.
After a delightful interval, I brought the bottle back up, telling him that poppers were available. He said he wasn't interested, so I did a second hit, breathing out slowly near his nose and mouth, aware that rush can be shared this way. Something my first girlfriend and I used to do regularly when having sex face to face, though he preferred using poppers when getting fucked hard from behind on her hands and knees. I held myself as still as possible while exhaling over an extended period of time, riding waves of sexual intensity, waiting for him to respond to the poppers.
Which he did, his breath quickening as my mouth stayed near his, lungs finally empty of the intoxicating scent. Starting to play with one of his nipples, he groaned and moved, his cock soon rubbing against mine. Rubbing that rapidly became grinding as our tongues met and swirled in a deepening kiss, fueled by the animal power that rush provides to its turned on users. His finger returned to its magical touching, making me return to doing my best to entice him play with my still unusually willing hole, distantly surprised at how slutty I'd become in the steamroom.
